The Clock on the wall


He raised me from the spurious nightmares.
My actions fall fraudulently twiddling my mind.
He reminds me of the ebullient days I had
He verges me with an exuberant smile.
The last night, it was a struggle with him,
Cursing all the moments that I came over.
It would have been my last breath.
The rope bounded over my neck with warning.
All the time, he was my escort from the dangers
But that moment, he gazed at me with silence.
My batty actions were hard-hearted ever and anon
The rope slowly moved apart from me.
The clock, who is my alarm, on the wall.

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